My Stand In Novel Novels & Stories

I was so lost in the cat when I ran into a wall. Wait. That's no wall. Looking up, I froze. I ran into Kaius chest. He was not wearing a robe. I could see his bare chest, his abs. And...and..he is S.T.A.N.D.I.NG?? On his feet-?! Not in his wheelchair????! “I warned you, didn't I?” Oh no! That was thick than usual. Before I knew it, I feel his bare hands on my neck. “YOU DON’T LISTEN, DO YOU?”

Nevertheless, I didn’t hesitate to clean everything out and arrange my items before taking my seat. I was still trying to get the hang of things when someone suddenly barged in and everyone stood on their feet with immediate attention. The confusion made me stand a little later than others as I wondered what caused the sudden uniform standing. It was the presence of Stanley. Before I could even blink, one of the employees sitting directly opposite to my table who had been fixated on her screen and making some annoying noise from her bubble gum rushed to welcome him with a broad smile, almost smearing her excess lipstick.

Protect my child Vincenzo , I love Nora so much and if you don’t . No harm is coming to her , I promise you The call ended and when it did , I breathed out again, dropping the cup as I turned to my left . My brother was dying , I knew that and I really needed to know who it was . I stood up , it was a stressful day and all that I just wanted was nothing but to have a good night's rest . As I took to the stairs , I noticed someone standing there . Holy fuck . Nora was standing naked , she had just a pant on with nothing .

I informed him. “But here I am,” I declared and stood up. I could feel the glass piece on my bare foot. My main character: "Here I am. Standing in between dawn and dusk, with glasses piercing my skin — I am in front of you, I am with you." I continued and tears leaked from my eyes.

Hello readers, we are back with an update. There will be a change in POV—from the author’s POV to the main character’s POV. Enjoy the read. --- Stanley’s POV “Y’all,” my father’s voice echoed through the pack walls, dragging everyone's attention in the pack area. I stood beside him, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Anxiety was eating me up, second by second. The fear… I was a gay man in a world where everyone despised people like me.

“The one we don’t cross back over.” He nodded. “No running.” “No cages,” I added. “No disappearing,” he finished. Chapter sixteen wasn’t about danger. It was about exposure. About standing in the open and deciding that fear didn’t get the final word. The road ahead was still uncertain, still rough, but for the first time, I wasn’t bracing for impact. I was standing my ground. And he wasn’t trying to take it from me.

The title sent a cold shiver down her spine. Vivian stepped out onto the cobblestones, smoothing down the front of her tailored cream trench coat. She had spent the entire night reading Valerie’s meticulously typed journal, memorizing names of socialites, favorite high-end fashion brands, and her sister's specific behavioral quirks. But looking up at this fortress, she realized no amount of notes could prepare her for the reality of living under the same roof as Alexander Vance.

“I’ll give you 50,000 dollars a month to be my boyfriend’s substitute. Deal?” A familiar voice asked. It was the young heiress from Belvoria’s elite circle, Bella White. She was standing in front of me with slightly reddened eyes, and I realized I had returned to the past. I instinctively touched my head. My thick hair felt prickly against my hands. My head was not smooth and shaven for chemotherapy. I felt no pain from a brain tumor, nor were there endless medications to take. It was as if the sufferings of my past life had all been a dream.

From a young age, I've known I was born to be a substitute for my deceased sister, Leah. On my 6th birthday, my parents take me to the market to choose a cloak for cubs. I excitedly spend ages choosing, then point at a silver one. However, Mom's expression shifts drastically, and she grabs me by the ear and screams like a madwoman, "Who told you to choose silver? Leah's favorite color can only be red!" When Dad sees Mom act up, he roughly yanks me away. I fall to the ground, hitting my head, and blood streams down my face. From then on, I desperately try to become more like Leah. No matter what I choose, I only choose something in red, the color she loved most. But one day, I break the

Vivian pov The stench of scorched rubber and boiling radiator fluid hit the back of my throat before my brain could process the noise. My knees were trembling, my hands pressed hard against the rough brick wall behind me, slick with cold sweat. Stan stood three paces ahead, his shoulders set, his back impossibly straight. "Don't do it," I choked out. The words felt thin, fragile, swallowed instantly by the roaring chaos of the street.